I’ve decided to keep the book on sale through the 31st. So what in the name of all that is holy are you waiting for?!

Oh, yeah, the blurb.

Tell Me When I’m DeadEverything was fine until that horrible night when Hell came looking for Dave Pulaski and the good people of Tres Marias.

It wasn’t supposed to go this way. Dave was a changed man. He regretted the years he spent lost and drunk, hanging out with his best friend Jim. When he met Holly, a beautiful, strong-willed woman, she made him her mission. Now two years sober, Dave was on top of the world.

But on that night, Dave’s old friend shows up drunk. While driving Jim home, Dave swerves to avoid a rabid dog. They crash. When Dave regains consciousness, Jim is gone. Only a bloody hole in the windshield remains.

Missy, a woman Dave cheated with months before, suddenly decides she wants him back. He needs to get rid of her before Holly can find out. Meanwhile, people in the town are coming down with “the jimmies,” a mysterious illness that leads to death.

Only they don’t stay dead.

They come back as shrieking flesh-eaters. And so does Jim. As Dave tries to convince Missy to leave him alone, Jim finds them. Instead of helping Missy escape, Dave runs. Missy gets infected, and now she wants revenge.

The contagion has spread, and Black Dragon Security is brought in to restore order. Soon they discover that in addition to the outbreak they must battle the Red Militia, a paramilitary group led by a charismatic madman. And as conditions in the town deteriorate, it’s clear that the Black Dragon supervisor is coming unhinged.

In the midst of the mayhem, Dave, Holly and a group of armed soldiers and civilians must find a way to survive. But how can they? Dave is this close to drinking himself into oblivion. Missy is after him—even though she’s no longer human. The hordes of undead are growing and security forces are outnumbered. Hell has arrived in Tres Marias.

Nowhere is safe.

Grab Tell Me When I’m Dead and follow Dave, Holly and their friends as they fight against looters, paramilitary crazies and the undead. And remember—if the zombies don’t kill you, people will.